The Faces of Torture
POLICYWANKER SOAPBOX
As the media chews on and spits out a steady stream of whodunnits and whyfors on the issue of "Did we? - or Didn't we?", how long are we going to digest, without barfing, the truth of our own national culpability?
Like the legend of The Good German, the one who said "Nein" to the Easy-Bake Ovens, The Good American is being paged. Please stand up, Sir or Madam, and tell us how you feel. Please, look to the dock and point out the perpetrator of this vile act.
The image Policywanker finds most disturbing from Abu Ghraib is not the hooded man awaiting electrocution, or the naked pig pile of excrement spotted prisoners, or even the dog attacks... it is the woman above, flashing an All-American Pepsi-Cola smile, happy to be pretty, young and in power - while a man in her care has just been murdered.
Who must answer for this? All of us.
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Comments
It remains true that the only person fired as a consequence of 9/11 was Bill Maher, and the only people prosecuted for Abu Ghraib were low ranking military personnel who took their Commander in Chief at his word when he publicly dismissed the relevance of the Geneva Conventions.
Is loathing fatal? It feels just awful, like a sickness with no cure.
A nation would be outraged if the roles were reversed. But, instead it's excuses, excuses, excuses. It makes me physically ill.
I appreciate your watchful eye.
However, I do admit to some reader envy when I see all your fans lining up to comment.
Cheers!
hey, what's your drink?
I feel you are more a Patron imbiber, than Chardonnay... enlighten me.
Silver, on the rocks with a lemon - YUM! Tonight? My last bit of Chopin. ( Paul saw the price - apparently, I can't buy it anymore.) Any other day of the week - Crown. Chardonnay is for girls.
I would court you and serve you Crown - if'n you weren't hitched.
I can talk cow poop til the Roto-Rooter Man comes home.
But I save my bon mots for poli-ticks.
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